An old one of mine:
The white temptation sits before me,
Calmly waiting for its' own demise.
Calling me silently with unseen eyes.
It knows that I want it and a deal is struck.
The end glows in amber outrage,
And turns to black and grey.
As tiny pieces float away.
With each breath I take it fills me with content.
Even though its vapours will never get me bent.
As it tingles my legs and arms with its poisonous, noxious effect.
My joy slowly fades and turns to regret.
As I realise I just smoked a cigarette
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Quote by Mazza
Oyster
He quickly scrapes the flesh
From the shell with his hard nails.
Scraping, removing, annihilating.
No longer caring to be gentle.
He feels a little sad
But it's just an oyster
He has his prize as he
Puts the pearl in his pocket.
And throws the empty shell into the ocean.
Beautifully Written. I love the last verse.
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They Said To Me
She said to me, “I am leaving you, so you can play music without guilt.”
I looked at her with tears in my eyes, and then I went to play a concert.
They said to me, “We are taking away your job; you can’t afford to play music.”
I looked at them, and then I went to rehearsal.
They said to me,”You haven’t any heat in your house; you can’t afford to play music.”
I looked at them, and then I put on a sweater and joined a big band. (that rehearsed in a heated room)
They said to me, “You haven’t any food; you can’t afford to play music.”
I looked at them, and then I ate rice for three weeks while I was playing a show.
They said to me, “We are turning off the electricity; you can’t afford to play music.”
I looked at them, and then I heated my bath water on a camp stove and went to a rehearsal.
They said to me, “We are turning off the water; you can’t afford to play music.”
I looked at them, and then I went to a new big band rehearsal. (I stopped on the way, to buy a bottle of water.)
They said to me, “We are taking away your house; You can’t afford to play music.”
I looked at them, and then I loaded my intstruments into the car and went to play a dance.
They said to me, “The bari sax chair is yours if you want it.”
I looked at them, and then I smiled.
But
I still miss my wife.
October, 2011
She said to me, “I am leaving you, so you can play music without guilt.”
I looked at her with tears in my eyes, and then I went to play a concert.
They said to me, “We are taking away your job; you can’t afford to play music.”
I looked at them, and then I went to rehearsal.
They said to me,”You haven’t any heat in your house; you can’t afford to play music.”
I looked at them, and then I put on a sweater and joined a big band. (that rehearsed in a heated room)
They said to me, “You haven’t any food; you can’t afford to play music.”
I looked at them, and then I ate rice for three weeks while I was playing a show.
They said to me, “We are turning off the electricity; you can’t afford to play music.”
I looked at them, and then I heated my bath water on a camp stove and went to a rehearsal.
They said to me, “We are turning off the water; you can’t afford to play music.”
I looked at them, and then I went to a new big band rehearsal. (I stopped on the way, to buy a bottle of water.)
They said to me, “We are taking away your house; You can’t afford to play music.”
I looked at them, and then I loaded my intstruments into the car and went to play a dance.
They said to me, “The bari sax chair is yours if you want it.”
I looked at them, and then I smiled.
But
I still miss my wife.
October, 2011
"There's only three tempos: slow, medium and fast. When you get between in the cracks, ain't nuthin' happenin'." Ben Webster
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Thank you.
"There's only three tempos: slow, medium and fast. When you get between in the cracks, ain't nuthin' happenin'." Ben Webster
This is my first, I appreciate your feedback, 
Weary
My heart is weary, it cannot beat without your words,
Those words that make me weak.
Where? Where did you go?
Writer, Poet, Gentleman, Friend and yes, my Lover;
These words, and so many others describe my perception of you.
Go! Go if you must,
venture and learn, seek and discover,
For upon your return my heart will rejoice.
Weary
My heart is weary, it cannot beat without your words,
Those words that make me weak.
Where? Where did you go?
Writer, Poet, Gentleman, Friend and yes, my Lover;
These words, and so many others describe my perception of you.
Go! Go if you must,
venture and learn, seek and discover,
For upon your return my heart will rejoice.
Author
This is just an excerpt from my latest story and I wondered how it would stand on its own.
And where you go,
is there still sun?
Then let the sun warm your skin,
know that I share the same sun,
and would kiss each freckle upon your skin.
And as the sun rises,
I will share it with you,
feeling the same warmth,
and I will welcome it with you.
Is there not night?
Then gaze at the moon,
and know that I see it as you.
For it is our moon and it lights our love.
And with the night,
you will sleep,
and perhaps in your sleep
you might dream.
For in your dreams;
you will dream of me.
You will feel my kisses,
upon your lips,
and my hands, upon your breasts.
And perhaps in your dreams,
your soul will find your north,
and your fingers will find your south,
and you will feel me inside you, filling you.
And you might taste your sweet nectar and know I yearn to taste it as well.
And where you go,
is there still sun?
Then let the sun warm your skin,
know that I share the same sun,
and would kiss each freckle upon your skin.
And as the sun rises,
I will share it with you,
feeling the same warmth,
and I will welcome it with you.
Is there not night?
Then gaze at the moon,
and know that I see it as you.
For it is our moon and it lights our love.
And with the night,
you will sleep,
and perhaps in your sleep
you might dream.
For in your dreams;
you will dream of me.
You will feel my kisses,
upon your lips,
and my hands, upon your breasts.
And perhaps in your dreams,
your soul will find your north,
and your fingers will find your south,
and you will feel me inside you, filling you.
And you might taste your sweet nectar and know I yearn to taste it as well.
Active Ink Slinger
Open Your Eyes
When time ticks on the arriving day that you open your eyes to
the dark room that will seem no longer dark,
You will find your way,
When the dark blur becomes a face
That face shall guide you through this difficult time,
When the door opens of your own accord
You shall not hesitate, you will go fourth,
Into what seems like nothing, into what looks like nothing
I will be there I am nothing special, just an old friend
I am no god nor do I want to be
But I am your guiding light
If you choose to let in the light
Please let in the light
When time ticks on the arriving day that you open your eyes to
the dark room that will seem no longer dark,
You will find your way,
When the dark blur becomes a face
That face shall guide you through this difficult time,
When the door opens of your own accord
You shall not hesitate, you will go fourth,
Into what seems like nothing, into what looks like nothing
I will be there I am nothing special, just an old friend
I am no god nor do I want to be
But I am your guiding light
If you choose to let in the light
Please let in the light
Angel Princess of Passion
Memories of You
The room is empty, the bed messy
There is a faint scent that lingers
My body relaxed, yet hot very sweaty
Sweet mind such a useful divine tool
The furious five my helpful loving fingers
Deep within torment I remain your fool
The night brings memories of the past
Of your fingers tracing my soft curves
For you have gone, shadows never last.
The room is empty, the bed messy
There is a faint scent that lingers
My body relaxed, yet hot very sweaty
Sweet mind such a useful divine tool
The furious five my helpful loving fingers
Deep within torment I remain your fool
The night brings memories of the past
Of your fingers tracing my soft curves
For you have gone, shadows never last.
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
Angel Princess of Passion
Bittersweet
I am sure that you will not return
yet my hopeful heart eternally burns
for the day that we meet again
although I know this is the end.
Not a chance of redemption I foresee
I should have been so much stronger
held on tighter thru the stormy seas.
You thought I was a fighter, I was not.
I am a soul mate and a friend without a face
that has only words of encouragement
empathy, open arms and warm embrace.
If this was a test to prove my strength
I failed miserably yet not all is a loss
As I live day and night with the memory
of your shining light, a beautiful reminder
one time I was loved, adored as never before.
I am sure that you will not return
yet my hopeful heart eternally burns
for the day that we meet again
although I know this is the end.
Not a chance of redemption I foresee
I should have been so much stronger
held on tighter thru the stormy seas.
You thought I was a fighter, I was not.
I am a soul mate and a friend without a face
that has only words of encouragement
empathy, open arms and warm embrace.
If this was a test to prove my strength
I failed miserably yet not all is a loss
As I live day and night with the memory
of your shining light, a beautiful reminder
one time I was loved, adored as never before.
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
My heart knows it's true
I speak of beauty as you look away.
My pains don't allow
pursuit, and further stay.
I remember the first time I saw your face.
Sitting there beautifully
reposed, uncompromised grace.
Too bad we started as friends.
To slight that trust, no amends.
But I can't help feeling this way,
seeing you makes it a better day.
You've shared with me,
and I've lent my advice.
At some point it turned,
to expose my heart the daily yearn.
We're both alone again,
but I don't allow,
truth known, leaving trust to sour.
My love for you,
in small doses given,
so not to expose the feelings which have arisen.
Which more cowardly? To have and taste,
or pretend my attention is purely chaste.
Platonic and pure, or truthful and tinged,
my daily qualm, to allow my heart unhinged.
For now I await, to see if you see,
the heart before you, I want to set free.
Neither of us may be ready.
So I'll focus on keeping your heart steady.
I speak of beauty as you look away.
My pains don't allow
pursuit, and further stay.
I remember the first time I saw your face.
Sitting there beautifully
reposed, uncompromised grace.
Too bad we started as friends.
To slight that trust, no amends.
But I can't help feeling this way,
seeing you makes it a better day.
You've shared with me,
and I've lent my advice.
At some point it turned,
to expose my heart the daily yearn.
We're both alone again,
but I don't allow,
truth known, leaving trust to sour.
My love for you,
in small doses given,
so not to expose the feelings which have arisen.
Which more cowardly? To have and taste,
or pretend my attention is purely chaste.
Platonic and pure, or truthful and tinged,
my daily qualm, to allow my heart unhinged.
For now I await, to see if you see,
the heart before you, I want to set free.
Neither of us may be ready.
So I'll focus on keeping your heart steady.
Angel Princess of Passion
Gypsy Queen
While you are dreaming of the moments to come, I write verses.
These lines I pen are from the heart, and when it starts I cannot stop.
Although my soul is a wandering nomad, my passion is that of a Gypsy Queen.
Many have tried but failed to dance alongside the mystical music I choose
for none have the words that capture the rhythm of my hips so smooth.
As the music plays, my body moves in step of the tune that resounds
from the crowd that rapidly clusters, these traveling across many towns.
This dance I stage is so enchanting that both men and ladies wonder
My movements are so sensual; mesmerizing the crowd is a blunder.
My arms move as a serpent’s tongue hypnotizing as my hips sinfully sway
The long fingers I adorn with gold and a gem beckon carnal wild lust of men.
I look beyond the crowd and see far in a corner of the town square
A man of such presence, skin darker than most, I try not to stare
Yet this man is not one of the town crowd, for his essence of patience,
knowledge and hidden passion is what lures my body to move off the stage.
The music continues then I seem to note this man’s eyes bring to me hope
I sway parting my audience around as this man’s scent has me very aroused
He does not move from the spot the rhythm leads my yearning to. I am just
a few steps away as he reaches out with both hands open, firm and trusting.
Welcoming my presence as I come near, and softly whispers, “alas you are here”.
While you are dreaming of the moments to come, I write verses.
These lines I pen are from the heart, and when it starts I cannot stop.
Although my soul is a wandering nomad, my passion is that of a Gypsy Queen.
Many have tried but failed to dance alongside the mystical music I choose
for none have the words that capture the rhythm of my hips so smooth.
As the music plays, my body moves in step of the tune that resounds
from the crowd that rapidly clusters, these traveling across many towns.
This dance I stage is so enchanting that both men and ladies wonder
My movements are so sensual; mesmerizing the crowd is a blunder.
My arms move as a serpent’s tongue hypnotizing as my hips sinfully sway
The long fingers I adorn with gold and a gem beckon carnal wild lust of men.
I look beyond the crowd and see far in a corner of the town square
A man of such presence, skin darker than most, I try not to stare
Yet this man is not one of the town crowd, for his essence of patience,
knowledge and hidden passion is what lures my body to move off the stage.
The music continues then I seem to note this man’s eyes bring to me hope
I sway parting my audience around as this man’s scent has me very aroused
He does not move from the spot the rhythm leads my yearning to. I am just
a few steps away as he reaches out with both hands open, firm and trusting.
Welcoming my presence as I come near, and softly whispers, “alas you are here”.
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
Death in a Shower
Something so fragile,
So concrete,uplifting
is fading into darkness
Each thrust with pulsing reaction
As she pulls back
the lips of her labia
Searching for the spot of ecstasy,
She realizes a knot in her stomach
But is ignored.
Because,what she is wishing to feel,
will be much more rewarding,
Nothing fills her mind.
Except pleasure from tiny rain-drops,
from her floating water fountain,
Death screams out of the shower head
And she caves into her burning tears.
She moves with skill,and soft fluids
escape,caressing her pink skin
Healing her already dead wounds of
dread and angst.
As her muscles relax,she sits
and feels guilt,an the acid rain
Fills her lungs with impurity,
A drink she is to familiar with
Something so fragile,
So concrete,uplifting
is fading into darkness
Each thrust with pulsing reaction
As she pulls back
the lips of her labia
Searching for the spot of ecstasy,
She realizes a knot in her stomach
But is ignored.
Because,what she is wishing to feel,
will be much more rewarding,
Nothing fills her mind.
Except pleasure from tiny rain-drops,
from her floating water fountain,
Death screams out of the shower head
And she caves into her burning tears.
She moves with skill,and soft fluids
escape,caressing her pink skin
Healing her already dead wounds of
dread and angst.
As her muscles relax,she sits
and feels guilt,an the acid rain
Fills her lungs with impurity,
A drink she is to familiar with
Angel Princess of Passion
Withered in Hell
The crashing thunder resounds as my heart
is revived of the grief and sorrow you left behind
The warm flow pumping is such a treat for I felt
it would never within this era regain its strong beat
Precious, alluring words that once I heard you say
only served to blur my empty, loveless winter days.
My body warm, new and revived seems to talk in sign
as my mind reads; you were here yet never to stay
We both are content for the many nights we shared
served as balsam to our souls and yes, Darling..we cared.
We kiss passionately and embrace for one last time
cherishing the moments, reserving our steaming lines
Our destiny is not to be souls paired for eternal life
but good friends although far apart, is just as well
for if we had said more than was written and read
our existence as lovers would have withered in hell.
The crashing thunder resounds as my heart
is revived of the grief and sorrow you left behind
The warm flow pumping is such a treat for I felt
it would never within this era regain its strong beat
Precious, alluring words that once I heard you say
only served to blur my empty, loveless winter days.
My body warm, new and revived seems to talk in sign
as my mind reads; you were here yet never to stay
We both are content for the many nights we shared
served as balsam to our souls and yes, Darling..we cared.
We kiss passionately and embrace for one last time
cherishing the moments, reserving our steaming lines
Our destiny is not to be souls paired for eternal life
but good friends although far apart, is just as well
for if we had said more than was written and read
our existence as lovers would have withered in hell.
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
Angel Princess of Passion
Pondering
Why do I hide? You do not seek me
Why am I shy? You do not see me
Why do I hurt? You do not know
Why do my eyes tear? You do not care
Why am I sad? You do not feel me
Why do I cry? You never said bye
Why am I numb? You are gone
Now I ask..will you return?
Now I ask..did you love me?
Now I ask..can you forget?
Now I ask..why did you not ask?
Some questions are better left unanswered
Why do I hide? You do not seek me
Why am I shy? You do not see me
Why do I hurt? You do not know
Why do my eyes tear? You do not care
Why am I sad? You do not feel me
Why do I cry? You never said bye
Why am I numb? You are gone
Now I ask..will you return?
Now I ask..did you love me?
Now I ask..can you forget?
Now I ask..why did you not ask?
Some questions are better left unanswered
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
I've been taught to not cry,
and not have feelings get the best of me.
And, now your heart confronts sensibility.
Comets and asteroids constantly hit.
He, she, the perpetual rift.
Lets get dirty, as we truly sift.
Questions asked, go both ways.
How to reach peace so we can stay?
The continuous fault, leaving most to pray.
Your trouble I see, and give word.
But in a vacuum, we may be unheard.
As we tend to inhibitions, and ignore the words.
Tender the flesh, hard is the heart.
Can I let myself from common prescribed truths to depart?
Dismantle the commonalities, and lets really start.
To talk, and listen, never forgiving.
To test and ask the other to rise,
to a higher ground, without allowing ourselves to surmise.
(Merely a conversation starter within rhyme. Kind of a first thing that comes to mind sort of thing.)
and not have feelings get the best of me.
And, now your heart confronts sensibility.
Comets and asteroids constantly hit.
He, she, the perpetual rift.
Lets get dirty, as we truly sift.
Questions asked, go both ways.
How to reach peace so we can stay?
The continuous fault, leaving most to pray.
Your trouble I see, and give word.
But in a vacuum, we may be unheard.
As we tend to inhibitions, and ignore the words.
Tender the flesh, hard is the heart.
Can I let myself from common prescribed truths to depart?
Dismantle the commonalities, and lets really start.
To talk, and listen, never forgiving.
To test and ask the other to rise,
to a higher ground, without allowing ourselves to surmise.
(Merely a conversation starter within rhyme. Kind of a first thing that comes to mind sort of thing.)
Angel Princess of Passion
Indulge Within Our World
We indulge in our own world
Waves of passion reign wide
Flames of sultry wicked desire
Cradled within an eternal embrace
Your touch is sensual warm magical
The brightest star that light up my life
My world is yours, hold it close never let go
As I hold yours so tightly, so mine deep down inside
I give you all, much more than that, savor me as
I fall at your feet, knees weak, heart beating fast
The passage that satiates your lustful hunger opens
My life taken every time the urge beckons you to feed
The hunger that is not human, your insatiable need
We indulge in our own world, you are mine and I am yours.
We indulge in our own world
Waves of passion reign wide
Flames of sultry wicked desire
Cradled within an eternal embrace
Your touch is sensual warm magical
The brightest star that light up my life
My world is yours, hold it close never let go
As I hold yours so tightly, so mine deep down inside
I give you all, much more than that, savor me as
I fall at your feet, knees weak, heart beating fast
The passage that satiates your lustful hunger opens
My life taken every time the urge beckons you to feed
The hunger that is not human, your insatiable need
We indulge in our own world, you are mine and I am yours.
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
Purveyor of Sweetness
worthy
i have always wanted to live without fear
to know that whatever i do
things will work out.
but i always feel a need
to pick the moment apart
to examine all the motives
to assume that i am not really enough.
one day i will find someone
to show me how
to make all my dreams come true
whether or not they are the one
to fulfill those dreams
to love me unreservedly
to tell me i am worthy.
i have always wanted to live without fear
to know that whatever i do
things will work out.
but i always feel a need
to pick the moment apart
to examine all the motives
to assume that i am not really enough.
one day i will find someone
to show me how
to make all my dreams come true
whether or not they are the one
to fulfill those dreams
to love me unreservedly
to tell me i am worthy.
Slaved in Saigon
By WmCutterBlack
After the warm light rain,
Bamboo stalks drip slowly;
Tropic heat rising into perfect
Spheres of sweat on softening skin.
This is a place of torpid sensualism
And post-fuck desire swells in languorous
Dances from fingertip to thigh,
From lip to nipple.
Like malarial fevers, the want possesses
In raw bursts and then is gone;
To return chronically whether she is naked
Or draped.
She plants a kiss upon his cockhead
And, like a rice farmer, keeps him moist
To ensure growth and bounty.
Her leash binds them together:
The hot scent of jasmine and leather
Merge between them, ignoring the cruel,
Cool tug of chain, which heating in
Sweet sunlight re-tempers as love.
By WmCutterBlack
After the warm light rain,
Bamboo stalks drip slowly;
Tropic heat rising into perfect
Spheres of sweat on softening skin.
This is a place of torpid sensualism
And post-fuck desire swells in languorous
Dances from fingertip to thigh,
From lip to nipple.
Like malarial fevers, the want possesses
In raw bursts and then is gone;
To return chronically whether she is naked
Or draped.
She plants a kiss upon his cockhead
And, like a rice farmer, keeps him moist
To ensure growth and bounty.
Her leash binds them together:
The hot scent of jasmine and leather
Merge between them, ignoring the cruel,
Cool tug of chain, which heating in
Sweet sunlight re-tempers as love.
Unsteady beat
She takes the stage and my spotlight does not waiver.
Speaking in tongues, bland tastes to savour.
She has no clue, and I guess I have none too.
A moment of her, stirs emancipation.
A hearts inspiration, in my imagination.
To hold her hand, our first song played by the band.
We share and smile, and talk a while.
Never knowing how you turn me.
Never realising how I yearn thee.
You don't know the beauty within.
I don't know how without it seemingly a spin.
Assumptive thought, constrictions taught.
Your hair's sway, my hearts metronome.
How to convince her, my heart is home.
She shirks me, unknowingly.
I give to you, but you can't see.
She takes the stage and my spotlight does not waiver.
Speaking in tongues, bland tastes to savour.
She has no clue, and I guess I have none too.
A moment of her, stirs emancipation.
A hearts inspiration, in my imagination.
To hold her hand, our first song played by the band.
We share and smile, and talk a while.
Never knowing how you turn me.
Never realising how I yearn thee.
You don't know the beauty within.
I don't know how without it seemingly a spin.
Assumptive thought, constrictions taught.
Your hair's sway, my hearts metronome.
How to convince her, my heart is home.
She shirks me, unknowingly.
I give to you, but you can't see.
Barefoot, beguiling as a cool summer night,
Summer's passing drizzle making your thin dress cling
Like a veneer to peel away,
You walk toward me, then drop
To hands and knees for the last few yards.
Kneeling because it suits your mood,
Pretending to fumble with the belt buckle
With rain-splashed hands,
Your palms press against my hardness;
Testing, teasing, measuring, then
Successful, you pull my wet jeans
Down my thighs, and off.
Your lips smile upon the cockhead,
Licking one droplet of precum away,
Eagerly seeking more with a squeeze.
It's not the breeze through the leaves;
It's my sigh.
Summer's passing drizzle making your thin dress cling
Like a veneer to peel away,
You walk toward me, then drop
To hands and knees for the last few yards.
Kneeling because it suits your mood,
Pretending to fumble with the belt buckle
With rain-splashed hands,
Your palms press against my hardness;
Testing, teasing, measuring, then
Successful, you pull my wet jeans
Down my thighs, and off.
Your lips smile upon the cockhead,
Licking one droplet of precum away,
Eagerly seeking more with a squeeze.
It's not the breeze through the leaves;
It's my sigh.
Angel Princess of Passion
For it was not into
My ear you whispered
But into my heart.
It was not my lips you kissed
But my soul
That felt the heat
Of your passion unreleased
Desire unsaid.
Feel what I do, feel how I feel
Taste my flavor.
The kiss you gave
More of them I crave,
Yet you have none to give anymore
None to me, this I know.
My lips remain as before
Longing for yours.
My ear you whispered
But into my heart.
It was not my lips you kissed
But my soul
That felt the heat
Of your passion unreleased
Desire unsaid.
Feel what I do, feel how I feel
Taste my flavor.
The kiss you gave
More of them I crave,
Yet you have none to give anymore
None to me, this I know.
My lips remain as before
Longing for yours.
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
Angel Princess of Passion
Searching higher ground reason within
The last of a kind that cuts confused the skin,
Winds that blow ever so strong fearless icy cold.
Cold that once was warm so alluring, inviting.
A blaze, flame tall, colored as the aurora borealis
Waves of seductive fire calling one to dance.
Dance that created music, verses and poems
Deep sighs, fast heartbeat, wet lips, release
Laughter, tears, thoughts, restless sleep.
Sleep much needed to recover the nights
Lost as dreams began to fade into the dark
Endless passion, there is no such thing.
Things of a sort that seem to be forever,
Without the most convincing doubt
As part of human nature, must come to end.
The last of a kind that cuts confused the skin,
Winds that blow ever so strong fearless icy cold.
Cold that once was warm so alluring, inviting.
A blaze, flame tall, colored as the aurora borealis
Waves of seductive fire calling one to dance.
Dance that created music, verses and poems
Deep sighs, fast heartbeat, wet lips, release
Laughter, tears, thoughts, restless sleep.
Sleep much needed to recover the nights
Lost as dreams began to fade into the dark
Endless passion, there is no such thing.
Things of a sort that seem to be forever,
Without the most convincing doubt
As part of human nature, must come to end.
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
Active Ink Slinger
I can't write poetry for serious, but I enjoy doing funny little doggerel.
Eve’s Apple
Eve gave Adam an apple
One evening instead of his lunch.
This diet just didn’t go over.
It didn’t go over a bunch!
So now they are on a new diet,
That’s good for both body and soul.
He tries to suck juice from her melons,
Then spit the seeds back in her hole.
Eve’s Apple
Eve gave Adam an apple
One evening instead of his lunch.
This diet just didn’t go over.
It didn’t go over a bunch!
So now they are on a new diet,
That’s good for both body and soul.
He tries to suck juice from her melons,
Then spit the seeds back in her hole.
Always drink upstream from the herd and never miss a good chance to shut up..
Active Ink Slinger
To An Adult Woman
(written while thinking of a special Lushie)
She isn’t petite and bouncy
Like a Bugeye Sprite
Or a cheerleader
Darting around corners
And bouncing with every bump in the road.
And she isn’t long and lean
Like an XK 120
Or a marathon runner
Eating up curves and distance
As if they were made just for her.
And she isn’t high maintenance
Like a Masaerati
Or a starlet wannabe
Needing attention even if you don’t drive her.
No, she isn’t like any of those things.
She’s warm and soft
And comfortable
With understated
Classic good looks.
And she’s quiet, but powerful
And very fast when she wants to be.
And she has smooth curves.
She’s like an old Packard.
And she has Ralph Nader bumpers
Safe at God knows what kind of speed.
What more could any man want?
(written while thinking of a special Lushie)
She isn’t petite and bouncy
Like a Bugeye Sprite
Or a cheerleader
Darting around corners
And bouncing with every bump in the road.
And she isn’t long and lean
Like an XK 120
Or a marathon runner
Eating up curves and distance
As if they were made just for her.
And she isn’t high maintenance
Like a Masaerati
Or a starlet wannabe
Needing attention even if you don’t drive her.
No, she isn’t like any of those things.
She’s warm and soft
And comfortable
With understated
Classic good looks.
And she’s quiet, but powerful
And very fast when she wants to be.
And she has smooth curves.
She’s like an old Packard.
And she has Ralph Nader bumpers
Safe at God knows what kind of speed.
What more could any man want?
"There's only three tempos: slow, medium and fast. When you get between in the cracks, ain't nuthin' happenin'." Ben Webster